A TRIP BACK IN TIME/ Beauty Reals

“You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.” Maya Angelou

Took a trip back in time.       

Sat on the bluestone steps of my childhood home,

perched on the rock my father last touched,

 had a moment of silence for my formative years,

looked puberty in its face, 

twirled on a baseball field in memory of the broken-hearted girl, 

paid homage to a former cheerleader,

    said hello to a long lost tiger,

then posed in front of a castle/my intermediate school where I separated from the crowd, and found my voice.